| Tonight you stoop to my level
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| I’m your mangy little whore
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| Now you’re trying to find your underwear
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| And your socks
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| And then the door
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| And you’re trying to find a reason
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| Why you have to leave
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| I know it’s cause you think you’re Adam
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| And you think I’m Eve
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| When you rhapsodize about beauty
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| My eyes glaze
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| Everything I love is ugly
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| I mean really, you would be amazed
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| And just do me a favor
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| It’s the least that you can do
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| Just don’t treat me like I am
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| Something that happened to you
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| I am
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| I am
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| I am
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| Truly sorry
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| Sorry about all this
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| And you plot a tiny pin prick
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| In my big red balloon
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| As I slowly start to exhale
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| It’s when you leave the room
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| And I did not design this game
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| I did not name the stakes
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| I just happen to like apples
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| And I am not afraid of snakes
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| I am
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| I am
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| I am
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| Truly sorry about all this
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| I envy you and your ignorance
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| I hear that it’s bliss, bliss, bliss
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| So I let go the ratio
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| Things said to things heard
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| As I leave you to your garden
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| And the beauty you prefer
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| I wonder whether this will have meaning
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| For you, when you’ve left it all behind
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| I think I’ll even wonder
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| If you meant it at the time |